Lolitas Art Pthc

Related article: A Breed Apart The Lolitas Art Pthc story is a
work of fiction and is not based upon any known reality I am aware
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that copyright. Welcome to part two of A Breed Apart. I apologize
to my fans for how long it took to get this part out the door. I
hope it gives you the reader great fantasies. This story contains
sex between men and forced servitude. It is BDSM in spirit and
Science Fiction in setting. If you have constructive feedback or
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Breed Apart By Morgan Blackthorne Chapter 4 Cashing Reality Checks
Jake pulled himself slowly up off the floor. The pain he felt was
quickly becoming a memory. The amazing recovery rate he seemed to
now possess did nothing to comfort his raging mind. It seemed only
to serve as a quiet reminder to him of the horror his life had
become. Slowly Jake paced the room. He was naked, angry and felt
completely helpless. His slowed movement further fueled his anger.
It was one thing to be locked up and tortured, but somehow, this
was worse. Against any will of his own, Jake was now in the same
company of a people he hated. He was now a cocksucker. The fact
that while it was happening some part of him seemed to enjoy the
act was the worst tormentor of all. Time wore on and the continuous
light made it impossible to tell day from night. Frustrated and
defeated, Jake slumped to the floor. No music to listen to, no
reading, no television, nothing to distract him from the horrible
thoughts of what he had become and his new life. At some point,
Jake fell asleep on the floor. When he awoke Jake began to pace
again. His mind tried to focus on escape. If only he could find a
way through this nightmare to freedom and sanity. Time measured out
slowly, like sand in an hourglass that was sadistically being
refilled. Jake's tummy grumbled and hungered for food. The thought
of eating made Jake angry and horny. Slowly, Jake became aware of a
building ache in his balls and a pressure somewhere deep in his
tight muscular ass. The door opened finally and a naked, muscle
bound stranger strode into the room. He looked at Jake with
complete disdain. "It is time for your first milking. Get up on the
table." Jake refused to budge. He stayed seated on the floor and
looked at the man with disgust. "Fuck you!" Jake spat out at the
man with implied violent intent. The strange man regarded Jake for
a brief moment and then spoke. "Yes, I have heard about you and
your perchance for violence." With those words, the man walked up
to Jake quickly, obviously under normal speed and use of his
muscle. He slapped Jake across the face, the blow rang out across
the room with a resounding, humiliating echo. Over and over again
the slave slapped Jake. The blows themselves were stinging and
hard, yet they served to humiliate Jake more than hurt him. Back
and forth the naked muscle slave slapped Jake over and over again,
like a doctor slapping a hysterical woman in an old black and white
movie. Jake's fury had deepened significantly from the first few
slaps. Jake had grown more furious Lolitas Art Pthc and
tried to muster a defense, to no avail. The punishing slaps
continued, maddening, humiliating, shaming, until something in the
helpless Marines eyes faded. Some time later, shame and humiliation
were the only emotions reflecting in Jake's eyes. There was an
almost pleading in them for the humiliation to stop. Throughout the
ordeal, Jake had proven helpless to stop this debasement. Like a
sack of potato's, the man casually lifted Jake up onto his shoulder
and carried him over to the examination table. He lay Jake down on
it and then from the glow in the ceiling, tubes and equipment
descended to the table. At the same time a console Lolitas Art
Pthc emerged from the floor and the man began typing in a few
things on the keyboard. Jake tried to get up, but the slowness of
his actions telegraphed his intent. Jake was quickly thwarted back
into submission with a few of the humiliating bitch slaps from the
hulking technician who stood over him. "Settle down LM231. If you
do not, I will immobilize you." Jake was not sure what emotions
were running around in his head. Never before had the big ass
kicking Marine been so helpless, so ineffectual, so, impotent. The
technician slapped him a few more times for good measure before
inserting Jake's cock into a large clear cylindrical tube. The tube
was held in place by some sort of energy field. Once on his cock
the field prevented its removal. Jake spat a flurry of curses and
obscenities at the man working over him. Every once in a while he
was bitch slapped over and over again until he settled down. The
next indignation for Jake was a strange bulb about the size of a
large marble being shoved up his virgin ass. Jake fought with
himself inside. The torment of wanting to stop this invasion and
yell at the bastard performing this act fought with the desire to
not incur any more of the humiliating bitch slaps across his strong
proud jaw and face. The bulb seemed to hold its place with the same
energy as the tube over his soft cock. The technician looked down
at Jake and smiled. "I will leave you to the machine now LM231.
Normally you would be fed, however, I see here you are not to be
fed for 5 days." With that the technician turned and left the room.
About the time the door was closing, Jake was trying to get up so
he could hop off the table. It was at this moment that the machine
started up on its programmed mission. At once there was a humming
and buzzing in Jake's ass. It was ecstasy unlike any Jake had felt
before. Jake shook with a tidal wave of ecstasy and orgasmic joy.
The sheer pleasure emanating from his anus wired a vibrating course
of electric thrill directly into Jake's balls, brain and being.
"Unngh!!!" Jake moaned as the vibration continued, his body went
limp, then tense, then limp, then tense, repeating over and over
again. The bulb in his ass started to swell against what Jake
assumed was his prostate. It was Lolitas Art Pthc
pleasure unlike Jake had ever felt before. Slowly, Jake felt
something moving around his swollen prostate. Like soft yet firm
nimble little microscopic fingers, massaging it and stroking it in
a thousand different places and from a thousand different
directions. The proud Marine found himself moaning and whimpering
in a sea of pleasure as the tiny fingers worked their magic.
Slowly, the swollen bulb in his ass started to stroke over his
prostate with an in and out fucking motion. "Oh god!" Jake gasped
as he shook with pleasure. He was in the middle of the most
sensational feeling of his life. Jake looked down and saw white
fluid pumping out of his soft cock. Though it was still soft, it
was steadily getting harder and larger by the moment. With an
orgasmic horror, Jake realized his cum was being milked from him
regardless of the state of his own arousal or erection. More of the
gentle little tendril fingers stretched and threaded there way
through his body, tracing and massaging a path of sheer joy until
they reached down into Jake's balls. The little fingers were now
performing a sort of massage on his balls as well as his prostate,
only from the inside. Jake started to quake and shiver
uncontrollably. On and on the machine milked Jake. His prostate and
balls were caressed, kneaded and stroked from the inside. It made
Jake feel like putty. The rocking, fucking motion made Jake wonder
if this is how his wife felt when he fucked her. Somehow, his mind
knew however that this was better. Jake was being fucked like no
one on earth could fuck him. A craving, a deep seeded need for
pleasure washed over Jake's thoughts. The orgasmic Marine found
himself begging for more. Harder! Faster! Deeper! More! For the
first time in his life, Jake felt like a woman. Like a bitch. He
needed the fuck to continue. Thoughts of his cock were erased like
chalk on a black board. Jake's universe was now centered in his ass
and the need to be fucked. Without Lolitas Art
Pthc realizing it was happening, Jake stopped feeling like
Jake the Marine and started feeling like LM231. It was a gradual
build up of passion, pleasure and emotion. Thoughts of escape and
anger were replaced with a sluttish need to be fucked. Harder!
Faster! Deeper! LM231 moaned, he whimpered, he was begging the
machine to fuck him harder with each ecstatically agonizing fuck
stroke. LM231's cock was hard as stone and the tube was constantly
filled with a river of his semen. Jake watched it in fascination as
his juice was stroked and milked from him with a joy he had never
known in his life. There was no woman capable of this joy. No act
that could be more fulfilling. LM231 needed to be fucked and
milked. It was a simple realization that somehow made the universe
click and feel right. LM231 had no idea how long the milking went
on. In truth he did not care so long as it didn't stop. Wave after
wave of sluttish anal ecstasy washed over and through the
whimpering cum factory. The moaning that filled the room came from
what could only be described as a horny needy bitch. They came from
the man on the table who once called himself Jake, now a willing
slave who never wanted it to end. Somewhere, Jake started to emerge
again from the euphoria. He felt his cock spasm and for the first
time realized that not only was his ass in a cloud of joy, but his
cock was spurting with a force and pleasure he had never known.
Jake mused that he must have been having an orgasm now for over an
hour. Time did not matter though. What mattered was that as more of
Jake became aware, it was with that awareness that he realized the
fuck he was getting was slowing and coming to an end. Jake couldn't
believe himself but he was actually whimpering for more. Without
knowing it until it happened, he feverishly panted out the words,
"more, please, more." Jake's penis continued to throb and sperm
continued to be pulled out of the thick meaty cock. The cum tube on
the underside of Jake's cock was visibly bloating with each
tremendous wave of sperm that Jake shot into the tube. The fucking
had stopped, but Jake's cock was till cumming. It continued to
shoot and ejaculate in agonizing fury. As if to defy man, machine
and reason. It was orgasmic fascination now filling Jake's mind as
he watched vast quantities of cum spurting out of his cock head
into the tube. The tube was not really providing any stimulus. With
an unseen force, it gently whisked up and away the sticky, milky
globs of man seed in an unending cycle. Not sure of the force
moving the cum up the tube, Jake was marveling at the continuous
orgasm that was spurting out of his cock, unassisted and seemingly
without end. The orgasm had moved from Jake's ass, which was still
quivering. It was now centered in his cock and balls. Over and
over, the hapless Marine Sergeant moaned and groaned in pleasure as
the orgasm continued and his cock belched out sperm with unnerving
consistency. Slowly, Jake became aware of another presence in the
room. The technician had returned and was typing out something on
the control console. There was in Jake a brief flash of modesty and
shame at another man seeing him cum so hard and so much, but that
quickly left all thought as Jake moaned and enjoyed the best
fucking orgasm of his life. Bit by bit, moment, by moment, the
pleasure was abating. Jake's powerful milky spurts of cum were
gradually loosing intensity. Vast quantities were still being
lobbed into the cum tube, but the orgasm was ending. To Jake, it
felt like he was coming down from a high. Gently, as if floating on
a cloud. Not sure where it came from, Jake found himself looking at
the technician. "Thank you." Jake said. Scarcely believing the
words coming out of his mouth. The mind blowing orgasm had simply
wiped away for now, any thought of prejudice and hatred. Jake was
softly moaning in grateful joy for the orgasm he was still having
and slowly coming down from. The technician looked a little
startled by Jake's comment. "You are welcome." The man said. He
then continued. "I hope that you will behave in the future when you
see me. I will be back to milk you regularly. I am your milking
technician until your status is resolved." Jake nodded and softly
moaned his assent. He couldn't believe it, but at that moment, he
wanted nothing more than to comply and allow himself to be milked
and to keep the pleasure moving through his cock and more
importantly now, his ass! With fascination, Jake watched his cock
soften. His cum was still seeping out of it in a slow trickle. It
amazed and astounded him as he watched the tube slurp and whisk
away his cum. When at last his cock had softened completely and the
cum flow stopped, the tube retraced from his cock. At the same
time, the bulb gently slipped from Jake's ass. Jake whimpered
softly as his ass involuntarily clamped down and tried to keep the
bulb in that was no longer there. Jake's guts felt so empty. His
ass was still having phantom waves of fuck pleasure and his balls
felt like they had been treated to a world class ball wash. More
than that however, Jake felt empty deep inside. Something was wrong
and missing. Suddenly, without warning, Jake was in agonizing pain.
His stomach knotted and cramped. Jake screamed out in agony. His
feet kicked out slowly and methodically. It felt 100 times worse
than the time in his life when as a boy, he had eaten a bunch of
crab apples from the neighbors tree. It felt as though his stomach
was knotting and twisting inside. Then, when he thought he couldn't
bare it, new pain erupted inside of him centered in Jake's balls!
To Jake it felt like some one was simultaneously stabbing and
punching him in the nuts! Over and over again in soul shredding
waves of pain. The pain in his balls, blended with the agony of his
stomach and Jake found himself in a fit of screaming agonizing
pain. The worst pain of all came when Jake felt his prostate
burning. It was like a cruel fist was squeezing it and a thousand
cigarettes were being put out on it. Jake was now sobbing and
wailing, tears flowing freely from his eyes as he begged over and
over again for the pain to stop. The technician leaned over to Jake
and placed Lolitas Art Pthc his hand on the Marines fevered
brow. "I am sorry you must endure this LM231. What you are feeling
is food withdrawal exasperated by a milking." Jake tried to listen
as the technician explained what it was Jake was going through.
Periodically, the conversation would stop as no words could be
heard over Jake's screams of agony and pain. What was happening to
him seemed to be a combination of not being fed and at the same
time being milked. His body was desperately trying to compensate
for the lack of nutrition at not being fed. Apparently, if a slave
was well fed, there was nothing but bliss and joy after a milking.
When there was no sustenance in the body to support the milking
however, the pain would continue for hours after the milking. Jake
pleaded and begged the technician to make it go away. Anything to
end the pain. The technician raised his massive, meaty cock towards
Jake's lips. "Beg for it slave!" Jake started to beg for the slaves
cock. Begging for the slaves cum! Jake begged and begged for the
cure to the pain that was racking his body. The cruel technician
shook his head no and explained that Jake was being punished for
his bad behavior. The technician explained that he was like Jake, a
slave. If he were to break the rules, they would both be punished.
More than that, the technician was a trustee. He was allowed the
full mobility of his body and freedom of movement because he had
shown he could be trusted. Finally, Jake had attacked his friend, a
fellow slave and that could not go unpunished. The sadistic slave
teased and milked his cock at Jake who desperately tried to capture
it with his mouth, unaware of just how far he was humiliating and
debasing himself. At some point, Jake stopped hearing what the
technician was saying. The pain was intensifying and his ears were
ringing. He was convulsing with the dry heaves as he spun in a
spiral of sickness that was born from the sheer volume of the pain
he was going through. Finally, cock, more cock and cum. Jake's mind
could now only process his need to be filled and to guzzle seed
that was not forthcoming. Jake's mind was gone by the time the
technician stopped taunting him with his cock. He was unaware of
the technician leaving the room, a smug smile on his face. Chapter
5 Adjustments Jake hadn't slept. The lack of sleep was maddening.
The pain had ebbed but his hunger grew steadily worse. He was in a
constant state of need and dire thirst. If he could estimate time,
the mind and soul shredding pain following each milking lasted at
least 6 hours or more. Two times now since the first, Jake had been
milked. If milking was a daily occurrence, three days had passed
since the first day when he had attacked Karl. Nothing would give
him peace. Jake found himself in a cold sweat. Precious fluids
escaped profusely from his pores exasperating further his pain and
hunger. The odor was musky and sweet. It was maddening and cruel.
The scent of his own sweat reminded Jake of the sperm he so
desperately needed and craved. There were no thoughts of
aggression, no thoughts of anger or vengeance. Jake simply needed
to eat. He craved cum and more than that, he often found himself in
fits of delirium where he was sucking and milking away at imaginary
cocks from a thousand Kathshari masters. Had anyone been watching,
it might have been comic and tragic to watch his lips form an "O"
of their own accord and his throat trying to swallow and milk the
imaginary cock that was not there. Jake was in a sperm fever now.
His rational mind was stripped layer by layer from him. The all
encompassing need to suck cock and drink cum was filling the void
left behind in the wake of his fleeting thoughts. On day three,
Jake no longer even received pleasure from the milkings. Instead,
each time the technician came, it was agony from start to finish.
Jake was fading and a new identity was forming. LM231 kneeled and
greeted the technician day after day with an open mouth, begging
for a taste of milky delicious sperm. "Just one drop." He would
beg. To Jake's eternal shame, LM231 would beg and whimper as the
technician beat his face with his long, thick cock. He needed it in
him so badly. Still, relief was not forthcoming. The slave
technician would dickwhip LM231 and force him to beg for a good ten
or fifteen minutes, then he would pick LM231 up like a child, place
him on the table and the horrifying milking would occur once again.
On day four, the technician looked on at LM231 with a measure of
pity as he went about the work he had to complete. Without
Lolitas Art Pthc nourishment, LM231 had become weak and
compliant. Lacking even the ability to kneel and beg, LM231 no
longer had the strength to get off the table after a milking. All
he could do was lay there in excruciating pain Lolitas Art
Pthc and ceaseless hunger. Day five was the worst. Jake was
gone. LM231 the penitent slave was now firmly in place, taking up
residence in his awareness and soul. The pain, the agony, the
hunger was beyond endurance. It was pure hellish insanity without
end. Unrelenting insanity that left no moment of peace or reason.
Pain, layered with a hunger beyond the scope of human
comprehension. New awareness crept into LM231's head. He was no
longer hungry. His eyes caught a glimpse of the feeding tube that
was disappearing into the bright light of the ceiling. He knew that
he had sucked and nursed on that tube, taking the nourishment he
needed to slake his burning cum hungry thirst. LM231 smiled. He
knew he was Jake. Somewhere inside, he knew Jake. Who Jake was,
what Jake wanted. Lolitas Art Pthc The experience of the
last five days had taught his mind a biological lesson however. He
knew that obedience was the best way to go. Something inside his
own free will was beating down the Jake persona. It was not that
LM231 hated Jake, but more that he needed to do something to ensure
that he never go through five days of what he had just endured.
LM231 forced acceptance onto the Jake inside himself. He forced the
fading person who was Jake to accept the fact that he was no longer
a captured Marine sergeant and was now a slave called, LM231.
Denial of that fact and continued regression into the Jake persona
had no future. LM231 and service to his master was the future, of
that he was now certain. Throughout the ordeal, LM231 had not once
been spared awareness. He had been wide awake and aware every
second of every day. God did not exist for no prayers were
answered. Jake did not exist because he got LM231 into trouble.
Nothing could exist except service to his masters. That thought had
been the only buoy of rationality that LM231 could hang onto to
keep his mind from going totally and completely insane from the
pain and a hunger unknown to any human prior to encountering the
Kathshari. After the euphoria of being fed had worn off, LM231
found himself practicing over and over again ways to defeat and
bury the man who had been Jake. In his mind, Jake was now the
enemy. Jake had caused him all of this trouble and the Marine
training of mind and body he had been given in the past, now was to
be employed in the destruction of Jake and anything to do with
disobedience. LM231 would never go hungry again. In the days that
followed, LM231 knew endless pleasure. When he was fed from the
feeding tube, he was euphoric and happy. Endorphins would flood his
body and his spirit would soar. Somehow it was not as good as
sucking a cock, but it was delicious and thrilling none the less.
LM231 greedily gulped and swallowed all the sperm he could from the
feed tube. Were it possible, he would drink more and more, but his
servings always seemed to be rationed out to give him enough to
live on and be happy. Each milking was now a joy for LM231. How
could anyone not love what he had become? In sluttish delight he
shamelessly fucked himself on the bulb over and over again. His
cock seemed to shoot more and more cum each day and it seemed to
last longer and longer each time. LM231 was in bliss. Nothing was
better than this life. All he had to do was feed and get the sperm
fucked and milked out of him. Leceriau was in his spacious
quarters, located inside the alien complex on earth. He lay on his
back in his bed, watching the latest feeding and milking of slave
LM231 on a wall monitor. Slave LM113 was on top of Leceriau, facing
away. The slave was happily fucking his ass up and down on the
massive Kathshari cock as the master watched the screen. There was
no doubt in Leceriau's mind that LM231 was prime farm material.
That would in his estimates, reduce his profit, but perhaps be a
better option for the troublesome slave. No ordinary Kathshari,
Leceriau knew he was a deviant. Unlike most men of his world, he
had regular sex with his slaves. Insisting that it made them more
loyal and happy, Leceriau engaged in what his people considered to
be a deviant behavior. It was a behavior deviant by society
standards, but with wide practice and fine appreciation for those
who did. Leceriau thought it sad at times. For a Kathshari, having
sex with a human was to society, what most humans felt about their
people that had sex with animals. Humans were so far below them on
the evolutionary scale that animals were the only comparison
available. It was disgusting and unpalatable to the majority. Not
however to Leceriau. He reveled in the pleasure of male to male
contact. The fact that these were slaves, human beasts if you will,
made it all the more pleasurable for him. If he could, Leceriau
decided he would make the effort to turn LM231 into a pleasure
slave. He knew others like him that would pay double for a properly
trained human sex pet and with LM231's potency factor, the price
might reach the gods themselves. Leceriau grunted and moaned,
signaling the onslaught of his own impending orgasm to the anal
hungry butt slave feverishly fucking himself on his long fifteen
inch cock. The slave riding his cock was a black warrior, taken
from the Ethiopian Empire at the height of its power. He had
developed muscle upon muscle. The proud black cock, uncut and
throbbing, measured at least as long as his own now and probably
just as thick. Leceriau looked at it with hunger. The slave had
been a prime buck when he was taken, but now, under the genetic
modification of Kathshari sperm, he had become easily twice the man
he once was. Leceriau turned off the monitor and quickly spun the
fuck hungry slave around to face him while keeping the black stud
impaled on his fifteen inch phallus. The slave howled in ecstasy as
his prostate rotated on the wrist thick meat inside of his steamy
cum hungry bowels. LM113 was shaking and bouncing harder than ever
now as he squeezed and milked Leceriau's cock with his well
trained, vice like anal muscles. The big black muscle slave was
lost in the delirium of a hard fevered fuck and he tried
desperately to make his masters cock bash and batter every inch of
his needy insides. He wanted that cock to touch and pound every
part of his being. To that end he slammed himself up and down, side
to side, pummeling and pounding every inch possible of his own hot
steamy insides. Genetic modification of the slaves insides made it
possible to take every inch, but more than that, every inch of the
insides were tender and sensitive to touch. The more cock a Master
had, the more a slave would feel from the fuck. Bending down,
Leceriau engulfed the throbbing black muscle cock in front of him.
The big black gonads beneath it were massive, big enough to rival
Leceriau's own impressive lemon sized balls. The foreskin slid
easily up and down on the massive cock head in his mouth. The taste
and flavor of this stud cock was delicious and incredible to the
sucking slurping Kathshari Master. The slave bucked again and
moaned louder as his Master began to fuck his own face on his own
meaty slave cock. "Yes lord! Yes MASTER. Oh MASTER! Fuck all of
me!" Both men grunted and moaned loudly. As if on queue, first
Leceriau's cock spasmed. Then the first fist sized glob of hot
white Kathshari sperm rocked up his thick cum tube and pelted the
horny black muscle buck deep in his guts. The force of the
ejaculation was a hammer blow to the fuck slaves clutching fuck
orifice, but no pain registered. Instead, the sheer force of the
pounding cum glob only served to trigger something deep inside the
black studs own system and with the intensity of a hose, he began
to squirt and fill his masters greedy sucking mouth. Slave and
master pumped each other over and over again. The orgasm was
thunderous with both men grunting and moaning in pleasure. The
squirting Master Lolitas Art Pthc cock was rapidly swelling
the cum hungry belly of the needy slave as he bucked, writhed and
moaned. Though not of the same quantity, the load Leceriau
Lolitas Art Pthc was greedily gulping down was, by human
standards, epic. A horse would have trouble competing. When the rut
was over, both men disengaged. Leceriau smiled as the tight pink
pucker of his beautiful ebony slave closed up fist tight. Medical
equipment would have a difficult time opening that pucker once a
load had been deposited. The slaves ass would stay tightly closed
until all of the cum had been absorbed by the anal tissues. It was
to Leceriau another marvel of Kathshari genetic manipulation. LM231
looked up as Leceriau came into the room. A new feeling came over
him. It was subservience and repentance. The former Marine found
himself at Leceriau's feet, kissing them and begging his master to
forgive him. Leceriau looked at his prize and smiled.
Telepathically, he had been nudging LM231 to open boxes within the
slave mind. The imprint of his number on his psyche was working at
replacing his name with the new symbol identifying LM231. One thing
Leceriau knew was that he had to be careful in how he nudged the
slave psyche. A mindless slave was only fit for the Milk Farm. The
more personality a slave retained while at the same time being
completely obedient and loyal, the more money he would fetch at
private auction. Leceriau had been very careful to only help lead
LM231 but not to force programming on him. The abject humiliation
and subservience he was witnessing in a slave that had been
extremely violent only a week ago told him his ministrations had
been correct. LM231 was at his feet, acting of his own accord.
Chapter 6 A New Home There was one last thing Leceriau wanted to do
to seal the personality of LM231. If he guessed correctly, the
sight of a Milk Farm and it's production would forever lock up the
violent man and leave only the thinking intelligent pleasure slave
that would bring him his greatest price yet. After disengaging his
cock from a grateful LM231, Leceriau summoned LM113. The Naked
Black slave appeared and listened carefully to Leceriau's
instruction. A smile was etched on his face as his hard swollen
muscle tummy processed the cum feast that was filling him so nicely
and completely. Leceriau left and LM113 looked at his brother
slave. LM231, you are to follow me. We are leaving for home world
tomorrow and I need to instruct you on proper etiquette, manner and
behavior. LM231 listened to what was being said by the big black
stud leading him. Strange feelings were swirling through his head.
He still felt revulsion for the sexual acts he now wanted to
commit, but those feelings seemed more secondary now to the desire
he felt to serve and provide pleasure. A day later, LM231, found
himself standing at a portal. It was shaped like one of the onion
domes on the buildings in Russia, but no building, this was a
gateway of swirling color and energy. He stepped through along with
LM113 and found himself in another room much like the one he had
just left. Slowly he was lead to the far side, out through a
passage into a foyer with benches. The foyer was situated next to a
translucent tube where transports full of Kathshari whisked by,
seemingly floating on air as they did. LM231 was told that only a
Master could summon a transport and as he was saying this, Leceriau
walked in through the opposite side of the room followed by the
slave LM231 had known as Karl. Without spoken word, an empty
transport slowed to a halt and the walls of the tube seemed to part
like doors on a subway. Master Leceriau stepped in and the three
slaves felt a little mental nudge to follow. To doors if you could
call them that, seemed to solidify. There were soft white seats on
the transport, however, these were not for slaves. They took their
place on the floor sitting as close to their masters feet as they
could, then the transport was off. No instructions had been issued
and no controls set. The transport seemed to operate with a will of
it's own until LM231 remembered that the Kathshari had telepathic
powers. It made sense to him that this would keep slaves from
operating any equipment since only a master with the ability could
issue commands. LM231 felt more helpless and found a knot of fear
welling up inside of himself though he could not identify where it
came from. Perhaps it was the sheer helplessness of his situation
coupled with the fact that he was now on another planet, who knows
how far from his own. Maybe it was something more. LM231 wasn't
sure of anything anymore. They emerged into a clear blue sky
crossed with transport tubes and buildings with spires. The city
seemed to be almost ethereal with a soft white glow. Many of the
buildings were translucent with dark bands where each solid colored
floor separated each level from the next like a horizontal zebra.
Those of color were opaque and had an almost gem like quality to
them. Occasionally a free floating vehicle would zoom by a tube,
flying off in one direction or another. LM231 found himself smiling
at the splendor. Like a cross between the wizard of OZ and the
Jetsons. To say that his breath was taken away would be an
understatement. LM231 had never imagined such a place could exist.
They traveled on and on, their transport pod transferring from one
tube to another until they came to a stop at a platform where a
vehicle of some sort was parked and waiting. A naked hulk in a
white chauffeurs hat stood by the vehicle patiently. The man was
huge. He stood easily 7 feet tall. He had massive muscle ripped and
swollen. Even in his relaxed state, he looked like he was posing in
competition. LM231 found himself looking at the slave with a sort
of wonder and awe. He was obviously human, but seemed almost
Kathshari in proportion. The cock and balls that hung between those
thighs were so huge, they looked out of place even on the hulking
massive frame. LM231 wondered if they would look any more at place
on a donkey or a horse and shuddered at the thought. Leceriau
looked at his slaves and instructed LM113 and LM147 to take the
transport to the house. Leceriau then told the chauffeur to take
the slaves home and then meet him at the slave exchange. The hulk
nodded and proceeded to get into the car. The fact that every slave
was moving in slow motion but the chauffeur was not lost on LM231.
The driver must be a trustee of his master. Leceriau and LM231
entered the pod once again and continued on. The path took them out
of the sky, closer and closer to the ground until they went
underground all together. Even below the surface, everything was
lighted with glowing soft white light. Leceriau looked at LM231 and
then began to explain where they were going. "I am taking you to a
milking facility in the city of Torrin. I want you to see one
because in a little while, I am going to give you a chance to
influence your fate." LM231 nodded and listened to his master.
Wondering if it was like the times he was milked back on earth and
fed through a tube. Though he wanted to, he did not dare to speak
without permission. His master pulled out a remote device and
touched a few buttons on it. He then informed LM231 that he had
activated the telepathic interface with the motor control device
that was implanted in the slave. This was so that all of LM231's
functions could be controlled completely should he choose to, "Act
up." As his master put it. Too many thoughts to process, too much
fear racing through LM231 as he tried to remain calm inside. "Why
didn't the Kathshari keep the link active all the time?" This and a
myriad of thoughts bombarded him as the transport came to a halt in
front of a big sign that read, "Torrin Milking Facility." Leceriau
looked at LM231. "Before we go in, I want you to know that this
facility has already given me notice that they wish to purchase
you. I am giving you permission to ask questions providing that you
make them few and brief. If I tire of hearing you, I will take away
that privilege, understood?" LM231 nodded and for the first time in
his life, felt his body get up and move of it's own accord. It was
like he was a passenger in a car or something like that. He started
to panic and his mind was racing. He felt like he was going to
explode, but nothing happened. Instead, he found himself walking
normally behind his master. "Keep my questions short and relevant."
LM231 kept saying to himself. He found that the fear was building
more and more however. Then he realized that the building its self
was terrifying to him. He could not explain why or how, but
something inside LM231 told him that he did not like this place and
it filled him with fear and dread like nothing he had felt before.
Leceriau explained to LM231 that this was a place where earth
slaves were sold for mass general populous consumption. LM231 was
informed that he was being given a choice. He could accept his new
life and the sexual training that Leceriau had in mind for him, or
he could continue to be rebellious and he would be sold here to the
production center. Inside, Leceriau was greeted by an 8 foot tall
black Kathshari who seemed genuinely happy to see him. "Ah
Leceriau! It Lolitas Art Pthc is good to see you my friend. How are
things with you?" Leceriau smiled and both men embraced in a warm
friendly manner. They talked and exchanged information and small
talk for a while and then the conversation turned to LM231.
Leceriau indicated that this was the slave he had been talking
about, the one that, "might" be for sale. The massive black master
LM231 came to know as Veldacious started them on a tour of the
facilities. The discussion went on as Leceriau and the slave went
from room to room, showing preparation chambers, medical facilities
and finally the processing station. Leceriau smiled and asked, "do
you have any slaves that are to be processed today?" Veldacious
smiled and nodded. "Of course Leceriau. We process at least one
slave a day. If not for our own facilities, for our smaller private
farms. Follow me." LM231 found his stomach churning. There was a
scent here. He knew it almost immediately. The next room was
saturated with the smell of cum! Kathshari sperm literally
overwhelmed his senses and he found himself almost getting high
from the scent and delicious smell of it. The two masters took a
seat, but LM231 found he could not sit at his masters feet. In fact
he couldn't move and his head, his eyes were focused on a saw horse
like contraption in the center of the room. They waited there for a
while and then a door opened on the far side. A man, naked and
obviously human was lead in on a leash. He looked terrified and
scared, the only sounds coming from the room were the soft whimpers
of the slave. LM231 looked the man over. He was of an athletic
build. Like a swimmer or gymnast. The man was probably 20-24 years
old. Blond hair, average genitals. Very handsome to the ladies back
home LM231 told himself. The man was placed, face down on the
contraption and LM231 saw that if cradled the slave up off the
floor in a half fetal position. Each part of the body was supported
and the slaves cock was inserted into a small opening in the center
of the contraption. Restraining bands came next and they locked
tightly about the slaves head, torso, arms, waist legs and feet,
effectively immobilizing him. Tubes descended from the white light
of the ceiling and they started to insert themselves into the
captive slave. The mouth tube went in first, but unlike what LM231
had sucked on, this one had a balloon like contraption on it that
swelled up in the slaves mouth until nothing, not even saliva could
escape. The next tube was of similar design but it looked more
solid. Like a plug almost. It plugged into the slaves anus and
instantly ballooned and filled until it too formed an inescapable
seal. Veldacious looked over at Leceriau, "why show this to a
slave?" Leceriau smiled, "I want to make this one a pleasure slave,
but he may yet be sold to you. He is too violent in spirit and if
this does not break him completely, I will have no choice but to
let you buy him. I cannot risk the damage to my reputation if his
violent nature were to emerge again in the future." Veldacious
shrugged and made a comment about the waste of pleasure slaves and
the deviant nature in keeping them. Leceriau had countered with the
fact that he often enjoyed the physical act without the mental
coupling that came when he bred with his wife. Veldacious still did
not seem to understand and shook his head. At once the room grew
quiet and LM231 saw the tubes fill with a river of sperm. The slave
had no choice in the matter as Kathshari sperm was deposited
directly into his belly and bowels. LM231 looked over at Leceriau.
"May I ask, what is happening to him Master?" Leceriau nodded and
explained that the slave was being fed an intentional overdose of
sperm. It was explained that over the next two hours, 3-7 gallons
would be pumped into the slave. The belly and bowels would swell to
obscene proportions and the slaves cock would start ejaculating
constantly and would never stop from this point on. Leceriau
explained to LM231 that another affect of the overdose was that the
sheer magnitude of sperm over such a short time would irrevocably
wipe and erase the mind of the slave being fed the overload. In
effect, he would become a mindless bio filter who's only purpose in
existence would be to process Kathshari cum and produce potent
human sperm for the Kathshari people. The process went on and at
first, LM231 was a little jealous. The slave on the contraption
seemed to be enjoying himself tremendously. Orgasm after orgasm
wracked his body and the sperm smelled so good, LM231 could almost
taste it. Over time, LM231 started getting that horrible feeling
again. Gradually he became aware that the moans of pleasure had
changed in tone. As he was forced to watch on, he became aware that
the man was now groaning in agony. More time passed and LM231 could
now see the slave jerking against the restraints helplessly. The
force of the muscle against the restraints seemed massive. Like the
very body its self was trying to forcibly extricate the man from
the machine. Still on and on the cum pumped. LM231 could see rivers
of it being ejaculated down a tube from the center of the machine
where the slaves cock must be. The volume did not seem to equal
that which was being fed into the captive slave. At the next step,
the head began to jerk against the restraints. The agony etched on
the slaves face was unlike any LM231 had ever seen. There was
terror and pleading in his eyes. LM231 knew at that moment, this
slave would make any deal, even sell his soul to the devil to stop
the pain. Against his own will, LM231 found himself moving over
closer to the slave's face. He heard his Master telling him that he
wanted LM231 to see the next part and understand. Watching in
horror, LM231 saw the tremors start to slow and fade. The desperate
look in the slaves face was fading as well. There was a light that
LM231 saw in the eyes of the slave. A light of living intelligence.
A tear escaped down LM231's face as he saw the light slowly fade
from those eyes. Bit by bit, they lost all sense of self and then
slowly they faded and dimmed until there was no life left in them.
All that LM231 could see was the vacant stare of a soulless husk
that had once been human. After a while longer, the machine
stopped. The attendant came in and gently tugged on the tubes in
the ceiling. A soft airlock sound escaped into the room and the
tubes came free of the ceiling. The slave was kept strapped into
the contraption. The tubes draped over his back. LM231 could still
see the hips convulsing in orgasm. It was like some kind of
horrifying comic from hell as LM231 watched the human husk
mindlessly fuck into the device. The attendant wheeled the device
into the hall and LM231 found himself following. He walked behind
the attendant who was pushing the saw horse like contraption down
the hall to a door at the far end. The door opened and there before
Jake was the horror that no one had ever dreamed of. He watched as
the attendant rolled the human husk down row after row of mindless
bucking slaves. Each strapped to a contraption like this one. It
was a sea of destroyed humanity. Thousands of soulless beings
stretched out Lolitas Art Pthc into the vast room that was
but one of many farms in this one complex. LM231 was weeping in
sorrow, fear and shame. No animal deserved such treatment.
Certainly no human being. The new slave was pushed into a vacant
slot and LM231 watched as the tubes were attached to connectors in
the floor. This is where the husk, the thing that had once been a
man, would spend the rest of eternity. Trapped in an immortal body
that wouldn't die. To LM231 it was like a living coma as he watched
the thousands of human husks mindlessly feed from the tubes that
would never leave their body and fuck the contraptions Lolitas
Art Pthc that would hold them in place. Leceriau touched LM231
on the shoulder. "Do you understand there is no going back?" LM231
did not understand anything anymore. He simply shook his head
numbly and wept in every corner of his soul. Veldacious walked up
to a different husk and unhooked the feed tube. He pulled it from
the slaves mouth and what LM231 saw destroyed the last morsels of
the ego or self that had been Jake. The last hold out in his very
soul was broken as he saw the obscene swollen mouth gape like a
fish out of water. Soulless eyes without substance followed the
face as it instinctively tried to suck from the tube that was no
longer there. LM231 lost consciousness. The strain on his mind had
been too much. His body did not fall however as it was still under
the mental control of Leceriau. There were horrors from murky
universes of hell where tentacles and teeth lashed out at and tried
to Lolitas Art Pthc
gain purchase on LM231. LM231 dreamt he was on an island of sand in
the middle of space. Adrift and alone in the vast wide universe.
Something inside LM231 told him that as long as he stayed there,
the horrors would not get him. When LM231 awoke, he was laying on a
soft bed on the floor of a room with several other similar beds.
LM231 found himself thinking they were like something you would put
down for a dog to sleep on. He counted six others in this room and
surmised that there were seven slaves who slept in here counting
himself. LM147 walked into the room. LM231 looked up at him and a
small part of him wanted to say hello to Karl. Instead he bowed his
head and said, "how may I be of service to my Master?" End Part 2
Notes About The Author Thank you to each of you who wrote me about
this story. I am enjoying working on it. I have a lot of stories
written and am working on edits. Hopefully there will be much more
of my work on line for you to read. Currently, I am out of work in
Silicon Valley, a bad place to be with no job. A good place to be
with no job because now I can work on getting all the stories in my
head down on paper for you the reader to enjoy. My website is
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to have support from my fans and readers, so if you enjoy the story
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